Fresh sprung breeze's through the fray is this happy summers day  
a day of joy a day of light a walking romance through the park
The tide it turns as often do the silent echo strong and true
A shadow born beneath the clouds its thunder roar a sacred sound.
The Devils echo a dark embrace clouds all the sunlight from this place.
The storm it wanes the storm it dies and soon the storm doth turn to ice
A frozen floodland in the dark a frozen rotting pregnant lark
A silent whisper, a laugh it sounds seems to rumble from the ground.
The air is thick yet cold as ice your heart you feel it chunder twice
What is this darkness, spirit and glow that fills these cavern walls so slow
Again you hear a whispered laugh it travels through the rocks it harks
'your mine you know, I'll fill your mind with all the searing pain and sound a thousand nightmares strong and true I'll fill your mind with stick fast glue'
And so my nightmare tale doth end of happiness when it offends the forces of the powers-be when darkness calls, life as a bee.